It has been like a week and I can’t stop thinking about her. Yes, she is the one I am talking about, she is so cool and serene. I stare at her whenever I get a chance. Only to see, to admire her beauty, her charm, so lovely to be a spectator. To watch her working is such a delight.
She is so busy all the time. Engrossed in her work, completely, as if she does not know what is happening in the world outside. As if you could mute all the noise that is going around and inside your mind and concentrate on the needle point. She is so calm. I could never see a line of agony or negativity on her face. So controlled, so blessed and happy.
I felt this feeling in me. It is just like when you admire the nature or when you feel so blessed standing on a mountain when a stroke of cold breeze hits your face. Like when you watch fishes swimming in the water, so icy, such a symphony. This is it. This is love.
She rings too loud in my mind. I cannot stop her. It is like an orchestra, not like Linkin Park, I would say. That is killing. It is like Bob Marley, the redemption song. But this time I want to die. Is this real? Why does this happen. A music starts in your mind suddenly and everything else seems dull. Every routine day seems so long. These are the days, when I feel the best of me. It gets better every day.
She is the symbol. The symbol of purity. A sensation, a thundering. A ray of light during a rainy and cloudy dark night!